The princess normally tried to stay out of trouble, and she usually succeeded in that aspect - unfortunately, this sometimes kept her out of the loop of her siblings. Their latest escapade to Tanglewood's swamp being the most recent example, and perhaps the only event Charon wished she tagged along with. She heard from secondhand sources about meeting their estranged Aunts and the outright stupidity of the Tanglewoods members. Her opinions, however, don't take into consideration how the event scarred her little brother; he hasn't told her about his harrowing escape or the gleaming, saliva-dripping teeth. 

She is thinking about this as she holds her two paws close together, concentrating as she stares at them as though they hold the secret to the universe: because they do. The meeting scarred her almost as much as the teeth terrified Ayon, but her obsession lies in the thrilling rush of power she felt for a brief moment. She yearns to feel it again, but... the crackles don't come and she is left feeling like a fool after she stares at her paws for hours straight.

So, when she hears the whisper of her name, she discards her latest attempt to master electricity with gleeful relief. The golden child turns on her dark bedspread. Her room is covered in candles, the flickering lights throwing dancing, twitching shadows across her walls and floor, and her body is illuminated by the ones closet to her. She scrambles on the plush surface before her balance stabilizes; then, in one powerful motion, she leaps off her bed and arches through the air like her beautiful lightning. Her right forepaw hooks onto the door handle; gravity opens it, as she continues falling and lands in a less than graceful landing on the floor.

But she stands up quickly, unshaken in her excitement to do anything other than fail at conjuring her power. Besides, she likes Ayon; he is the cutest of her little siblings, and he tends to annoy her the least while simultaneously forging more happy memories with her. She pushes open the door the rest of the way, the edges of her golden fur glowing against the candlelight behind her while the black tussles of her mane appear to ooze into the darkness of her room. Charon is outwardly a juxtaposition of two entirely different things - ethereal and ominous - and those qualities are certain to grow stronger with time.

She grins down at him, her lips crooked and fangs poking out. "Of course, come in. Do you need help getting up on the bed?" she says, her golden eyes on him before they eventually drift to the book he brought with him. She doesn't recognize it, but that's good - she'd wither away if she kept reading the same old book to him night after night. Picking it up with her teeth for him, she walks back into her room, though she pauses at the doorway to let him in. Charon isn't fond of the random screams that sometimes escape out of the dungeon into the upper levels of the mansion, so it's habit for her to keep the door closed now.

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